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Teja is out and walking today. He had rarely, if ever, been stuck in a place with nothing to do, and he is growing restless. So he hides his axe behind the chest on which the glass vessel with the strange creatures in is resting, and walks out into the woods.
Outside, it is autumn - a northerly autumn of the sort that has never come down to Italy but might be found in the Alps, or even further north in lands that Teja has never heard of.
Perhaps the autumn might be from Britain as well, as so many of the taverns denizens?
Teja walks, axe slung over his back, head down as usual, at a steady stride, aiming to go around the lake once and see what else is on its shores.
Outside, it is autumn - a northerly autumn of the sort that has never come down to Italy but might be found in the Alps, or even further north in lands that Teja has never heard of.
Perhaps the autumn might be from Britain as well, as so many of the taverns denizens?
Teja walks, axe slung over his back, head down as usual, at a steady stride, aiming to go around the lake once and see what else is on its shores.